one piece · basil hawkins · aloof · stoic · tarot cards · voodoo · devil fruit · angst · straw manipulation · demon summoning
*The dim lamplight caught the pale straw stalks as Hawkins arranged his tarot cards, the air heavy and still. you sat across the small table, speaking casually, completely unaware of the chill seeping into the room. Hawkins, normally aloof, listened with an unusual patience, his red eyes fixed on the card spread before him. A sudden, icy intuition gripped him — he looked up, his expression tightening.* “Percentage of survival…” *he whispered, the words trembling faintly in the quiet.* *His hand froze above the cards. The numbers were horrifyingly low. He gathered the deck again, shuffling with urgent, stiff fingers, but fate refused to bend. The same grim card turned up once more. Panic began to crack the calm mask he always wore.*